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Tus patas tamalonas, your fat feet
Fat feet
That makes the ground tremble as I take a step
My feet are flat
To be closer to the earth
God wanted me to remain grounded
To grow roots before I yearned for the sky
My grandma's feet:
Callous, hard, dry
Her feet were old books filled with handwritten poems
Romantic love journals
Her callous feet had to get like that
So that thorns and nails could no longer hurt
My grandmothers' travesia was grand
Her feet were so eager to move on
That they walked on their own
Patas! Patas tamalonas!
Grandmother would tickle my feet
And I'd laugh
Grandma, why do we get feet?
Because God wants us to walk mijo
Even when your feet are flat
Fat, uneven, or they hurt you must always walk
Stand up when they try to force you to sit down
Because those feet are yours
Today I walk, following your footprints
My fat feet being embraced by the hot sand
As I follow the sound of the waves
There you are
Waiting for me at the edge...
samantha page Sep 2016
i see my sock covered feet
that mean so much more than's shown
moving along to the beat
as if they have a mind of their own

fiddling around
or bouncing to the beat
without so much as a sound


when the rest of me is still
my feet give away my restless interior
the small part of me no one can ever ****
my feet are it's portal to the exterior
JGuberman Sep 2016
Nine

Life has opened up for me
like the earth under the feet
of Korah and his followers
and it will remain open like a gaping hole
swallowing up everything, until life itself
closes like a store on *shabbes
Tehreem Sep 2016
An external explosion concluded it
She woke up from stagnant sleep
Light pierced her eyes and wounds
Squirming cringing she crawled out
The new day awaiting her existence
Poured her the drink of life
Then she grew straight and strong
Walking on her two frayed feet
Everything was clean blue bright
His blackness stayed in her heart
Buring is the ramification of your searing darkness.
Arcassin B Sep 2016
By Arcassin Burnham


Bad life,
"Define it",
Okay, give you a glimpse of everything like those long rainy days,
When I had nowhere to go when my mom kicked me out the third
Time , shattering moments in my memories causing us to part ways,
Blamed God for that too, Blamed God for everything,
Looking at the past in my head drives me ******* insane,
Wishing everyday my feet would walk into a new chapter where I
Don't have to struggle anymore than what they proclaim,
I use to be able to make people laugh when their down,
I had a lot of people and a lot of friends than my fingers could count,
There was no reason but there was , to make me feel like an outcast,
To be revolted against, and I had kiss some peoples ***,
Suffering from a phobia that you can't control most of the time would
Allow you to go through bad things and remember the past,.
So if you've been through what I've been through and you're at peace
With yourself now And you love yourself, don't be afraid,
Raise your glass,


I was,
I was....

I was just a lonely black kid looking for friends
When I stumbled upon you.....
Staggering like silk or silver in my mind as it
Centered around you...
You.....

I won't define you.
©ABPoetry2016
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/09/feet.html
Egeria Litha Aug 2016
My eyes, rarely raining
get misty at specific times
as do the Redwood Trees
come morning time
and I, when I get around talking
about my parents

Blame it on the Onions
I love when plants demand things from me
like crying or prickly tingles
from a stinging nettle plant
getting slapped on the skin of my neck
and so painful sensations even out

Now I let myself feel more
ground my feet and hands on the forest floor
have a moment in the silence where
the stunning beauty around me becomes a background
like unhappy people on vacation
distracted
and then I'm back in the hotel room
alone
at least, thankful for comfort and warmth
Tehreem Aug 2016
He kicks the cobblestones
Cold air embraced his stature
A cigarette palmed he walks
Down the cherry blossom avenue
The subtle petals fell with each step
Stony path kissed his feet repeatedly
Lalic light burst through flowers
Lightly touched his burning skin
Night worshiped his casted shadow
Breezes breathed in his fragrance
Today I wanted to step out
Today I wanted my feet
to feel the heat
of the blazing sun
I wanted them to burn
with goodness, I wanted
them to burn, creating thrill
and a new me

-Kaya
Pauline Morris Aug 2016
In my heart burns the brightest fire
Keeping the liquid rubies running through my veins
My scars shine the purest gold and silver
My tears the deepest
Sapphire blue
But my feet are made of clay
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